What a fabulous way to spend Christmas afternoon. Granted, it was a tad chilly the last two miles into the light breeze, but no one was stupid enough to complain. We'd probably have ridden longer, but unlike Thanksgiving, where the turkey could be trusted to oven-roast itself for a couple of hours, Christmas dinner was lamb, and it had to go in the oven post-ride so as to avoid baking to the consistency of shoe-leather.
|Rufus, always listening for monsters overtaking from the rear|
We detoured cross country the first mile through a series of rough-harvested corn and close-cropped wheat fields, letting the horses lope through the latter where the footing was good. He caught his leads promptly and sallied merrily along, in front or not, as easy as pie. None of the sideways bouncing and diving he pulls on occasion, and he wasn't tripping over his front feet, either. I think pulling his shoes and giving him a break agreed with him.
|Happy faces all around!|
Thankfully, the dirt-biker spotted us after a few seconds and cut his speed and tricks, and headed off road into the cornfield to pass us relatively slowly. The horses all stared suspiciously, but were willing to stand once he stopped revving and slinging gravel.
Safe back at home we gave them all a good brushing, then hopped on bareback with just halters and leads to ride them the two pastures down to where the rest of the herd was waiting.
Eyore appeared immediately to see what we were up to.
|Do those ears not just scream "rub me"?|
|Rufus - "We're done now, right?"|
In T's honor we did a semi-Mediterranean theme this year - the aforementioned lamb (for which I had to go digging in boxes to locate a meat thermometer), spicy couscous with raisins and sweet peppers, naan (which was fabulously easy and incredibly yummy), and just to muddle things nicely, roasted red potatoes and C's amazing green bean casserole. Oh, and homemade cranberry relish/salad. We were too full to even contemplate the pie that was supposed to finish the meal, so they're coming back over to help polish off the leftovers - and hopefully we'll make it to the pie - tonight.